So my girl totally hooked me up a few weeks ago. I got a text from The Nester telling me there was a dresser at our Goodwill for $39.99. First of all finding any kind of furniture at Goodwill, Salvation Army, or the Habitat Store has been hard recently. Seems like everyone is grabbing up the furniture as soon as it hits the floor. There are even some people at our Goodwill that hang out there all day every day. I am not kidding you. It’s their job to hang out at the thrift store and grab up any furniture and resale it!! I see the same people every time I go in!! Crazy vultures!! Just kidding. I would totally do the same thing if I didn’t have kids, a job, or a life. Hmmmmm do I sounds a little bitter that these people are grabbing up all the good stuff!?!?
Secondly finding a dresser at Goodwill for less than $50.00 is like a miracle. I can’t believe how expensive everything is these days! I really have to get better about craigslist and stop sleeping in on Saturdays.
So I got her text, threw down my phone, raced out to my truck, ran several red lights, and screeched into the parking lot. I just knew those vultures were going to get my dresser before I could even step foot in the store. As I sprinted through the doors, I almost took out a pregnant lady and a small child. Helping the pregnant lady back on her feet, I saw the dresser out of the corner of my eye. Then I saw a man looking at my dresser. He had his grimy hands all over my drawers pulling them in and out. Then he started walking around my dresser looking her up and down and THENNNN started touching my dressers legs. Gosh this sounds kinda like porn, not that I know anything about porn.
Next I may or may not have done something that I am not very proud of. He turned his back for a split second and out of no where I grabbed the tag off the top of my dresser. hahahahahaha Insert evil laugh. Back off bad man this dresser is coming home with me. I smiled sweetly and said, “oh were you looking at this dresser”? The stunned man never knew what hit him. He looked at me funny and walked away. Then I stuck my tongue out at him. Sometimes thrifting can be hardcore.
I brought her home and cleaned her up. She was tired from the ordeal so I let her rest in my garage for a month or so. Once I knew she was feeling better and stronger, I sanded her scratches off that probably came from that mean awful man at the thrift store.
p.s. I was in a very weird mood when I wrote this.